mytaiyakeylover

[mytaiyakeylover]

This was both super sad and heartwarming😭

Died In My Sleep (Eren x Reader)

WARNING - NOT PROOF READ

WORDS - 369

In a perfect world there you are, living your best life with him by your side. He often takes himself to that place when he’s stressed, in this world he's in your arms; you are warm as well as proud of him and he’s no longer cold and alone.

If he was granted access to a Heaven that doesn’t exist it would have been a place where you would stay with him. You were there and as alive as you can be. You two would live as close as you could to a beach that wasn’t littered with warships, the air is salty and Eren is finally home. 

Eren can only wish for Heaven to exist, every night before he goes to bed he prays to a God that isn’t Ymir in hopes you are there waiting for him, welcoming him with open arms with Carla by your side. 

When he wakes up he’s still in the hospital in Marley, D-Day inching closer and closer each day. At this point the days blur for Eren, the days are dull and the only significant point is talking to the young boy named Falco. 

But when the day’s done, when he’s no longer feeding Falco his plans in discreet ways, he dreams of you. He dreams of what should’ve been, what could’ve been Heaven.

If it was his choice he would sleep for eternity, he would sleep till the world ended in a way that wasn’t going to be his fault, and even then he would still try to sleep more to remain in those warm arms of yours. It’s been years since your passing but to avoid forgetting your voice he always remembers your hums, you hummed while you cooked, cleaned, and simply for fun. You enjoyed music and even wrote your own, you would hum your melodies to him that you would’ve turned into songs for people to enjoy had you owned an instrument of your own. 

Each morning before he wakes up you hum your last melody to him, and there he was alone in that lonely and cold room, he was alone again. And his heart breaks more and more each time. 

“Please don’t wake me up.”

This was inspired by the song Sleepyhead by Jutes, I had so much fun writing this, and I hope you guys like it too. I love writing for Eren sm he's my biggest obsession right now.

#my heart broke with each sentence💔 #i just wish i could take his pain away and suffer for him instead😢 #he’s a precious baby your honor #eren yeager x reader

[mytaiyakeylover]

The "husky puppy" really got to me🤣😭

WORKING FROM HOME.

pairing: eren x gn!reader (modern au)

i'm tired and i wanna sleep :<

"y'know, eren, you're fixing to make me look for a job where i'll be in an office all day."

the hand that's been brushing your hair away from your face pauses.

"what? why?!"

he sounds so genuinely panicked that you can't help but laugh, your shoulders and back shaking against his chest.

"baby, come on, you're not being serious!" he sounds like a husky puppy throwing a fit. you laugh harder, your fingers straying from your laptop to rest on your chest in a failed attempt to quiet yourself down.

eren's arms snake around your waist, lightly squeezing your tummy. when you turn to look at his face, his brows are furrowed and he's got the most indignant looking pout you've ever seen wiped on his face.

"i'm sorry, hon," you wheeze, then catch your breath. "it's just that it's hard to work when you insist on us sitting on the couch together like this because i get tired, and all i want to do is nap with you!"

his nose scrunches up when you press a kiss to the side of it. "you shouldn't be working this late, anyway." he's still pouting. "it's half past six. you're turning into a workaholic— a slave to capitalism. how could you?!"

you giggle again, hands returning to your keyboard as you snuggle further back onto eren's chest.

"calm down, comrade jaeger. let me send this last email, and then i'm all yours."

#he really is a puppy though🤭 #i wanna adopt him and cuddle him🥹 #eren yeager x reader

[mytaiyakeylover]

He’s such an adorable mess🤣

Hold the Sugar

♡ content: ~ 900 word count. boyfriend!eren, modern au, domestic & fluffy goodness ♡ a/n: i can't help that cabin eren has me feeling soft

It was the first chilly day of the year; you could tell the moment you went to open the windows that morning, and the panes made the tips of your fingers tingle. Cold enough to keep them shut for the day, you decided, but not quite enough to kick on the heat for the season. The kind of day that was perfect for fuzzy socks and firing up the oven. 

You didn’t plan on leaving the apartment even once, but you had already decided that earlier—ask Eren. Last night, while brushing your teeth together, you told him exactly that in a spitty, garbled voice. He laughed, had to cover his mouth so he didn’t spray you, and said he had no idea what you said. When he finally understood after you rinsed, he told you it sounded perfect, that he could use a lazy day, too. 

There was no way you could switch up the plan now, so scouring the pantry would have to do. Based on what you had on hand and spread across the counter—which wasn’t much—that meant sugar cookies. 

Eren must have heard all your clattering because he popped by not long after you’d set out the mixing bowl and started searching for where you had last put the whisk.

Of course, he wanted to join, and who were you to say no? Even if the last time, he convinced you to let him crack an egg with one hand, claiming he had seen it enough times on TV, and wound up with a hand drenched in yolk and a batter full of shells. That was the one condition you had set before he even stepped foot into the kitchen. 

To your surprise, the two of you managed to make something that actually resembled cookie dough. Eren had just finished mixing it, and you slid the bowl over to knead it into a ball to roll out. 

Then, you realized you had spoken too soon because when you pinched a bite for yourself, as always, you immediately gagged into your hand.

Eren’s eyes shot wide open. His voice pitched higher with denial. “No, stop! It can’t be that bad!”

You looked from the wad in your hand to your boyfriend. “Eren, what did you do?”

“I don’t know,” he replied, more panicked than before. He reached for the recipe you had printed out and scanned over it. “I followed every step, I swear.”

“Try it.”

He recoiled from the unsavory bite that was still residing in your hand. “It was already in your mouth!”

You clicked your tongue, then clarified, “From the bowl.”

“No way! Not after that.”

You sighed and went to wash your hands. As you towel-dried them, you examined the messy counter, painted in layers of flour now, and tried to figure out where he went wrong. It didn’t take long for your eyes to fall on two clear containers, sat right beside one another, both white. You could tell the difference, but Eren…

“Did you use salt instead of sugar?” you asked.

He pulled a face. “Do you really think I’m that big of an idiot?”

“Okay, then show me which one you used,” you said, ticking your head toward the containers. 

Eren glanced from one to the other. He did it a few more times and didn’t answer right away. He knew he had a fifty-fifty shot at getting this right, telling you the answer you were hoping to hear, even if he had no clue. 

The small lapse had you filling in the blanks. “You don’t remember, do you?”

“No,” he groaned. 

You smiled at him, tight-lipped so you didn’t laugh—well, you didn’t laugh that hard. After your giggles subsided, you turned off the pre-heating oven, scrapped the dough in the trash, and set the bowl in the sink to clean. 

“We’re not going to remake it?” Eren questioned. 

“That was our last egg.” As you said it, he already had on that face he got whenever he felt bad. “It’s fine, I promise. I just wanted to use up the ingredients we had before they went bad.”

“I’ll just run to the—”

“Wait, we’re having a lazy day!” you reminded. 

Eren was already out of the kitchen, his arm in one of his jacket sleeves. “I got it, don’t worry. I’ll be right back.”

You sighed in defeat. If you didn’t let him go, you were sure he’d think about it for the rest of the day. You watched him put on his shoes as you told him, “Just don’t take too long.”

He smiled in acknowledgment and headed toward the front door. Before he reached for the handle, he spun around like he had forgotten something. 

He did. Eren came back to give you a soft peck on the lips. His face was still an inch from yours, but you could see his smile. “One more time.” Then you kissed him again. “One more?”

“Go.” You gave him a playful push on the shoulder. “The sooner you leave, the sooner you’ll be back.”

He kissed you again anyway. “Love you—and sorry.”

“They’re just cookies,” you assured him. 

Eren was back by the door when he turned around again. His tongue poked out with a quick swipe over his lips. “Yeah, I definitely used salt.”

#the adorablest #wish this conjugation form existed🙂‍↕️ #now i feel dumb #sorry not sorry #eren yeager x reader

[mytaiyakeylover]

I think my mind is anything but too sweet🤣💔

Too Sweet

Dabi x Reader WC: 545

A/N: have a warm up, I've been listening to Too Sweet on loop for hours.

Dabi turns the corner down a back alley, his stride near on running. But Dabi doesn’t run. He saunters without a care in the world. Sometimes he walks at mall-walker speeds if he needs to hurry, but run? No.

Even as your footsteps echo off the brick walls surrounding him, he refuses to run.

“Why won’t you talk to me?” The desperation in your voice has him pinching his eyes shut. How long is he supposed to do this? How long are you going to chase after him?

“Nothing to say, Doll.” He throws a hand up to wave you off. As if that’ll deter you.

“Nothing to say?” Your footsteps pick up speed. Dabi takes the corner, hoping to lose himself in the maze of brick that normal people won’t even look at. “You broke up with me over a text saying you were leaving the country, and then I see you a week later?!”

Dabi grimaces. That one was on him. He didn’t know how to end it, and all the stupid advice he got ranged from ‘say you cheated’ to ‘go somewhere public and end it. And he chose ghosting you after texting. Naturally, he fucked that up by wanting one last look at you, and you saw him.

You were a golden apple he couldn’t have. A ray of sunshine in his dingy world that he selfishly wanted and took. And you went willingly.

Corrupting you would have been easy; hang out with him long enough and you’d be hooked on the same shit he was, chasing the same thrills as him. A fallen angel in the underbelly of the city.

But that stupid little voice in the back of his head – some people call it a conscious? That voice told him to knock it the fuck off. But you were addictive. You showed Dabi a love he’d never had before and gave generously. He wanted more. 

That was his wake up call. Drugs? If one source was cut off, he could always find more. Stealing? Not a problem. But love? He knew he wouldn’t be able to get more if you left. He could deal with withdrawal from a lot of things, but never finding the free flowing kindness only you could provide? How the hell would he detox from that?

A hand hooks his elbow and he stops. Bracing himself doesn’t prepare him for the wall of emotion that hits him like a truck. He wants to scoop you into his arms, tell you that it’s all okay now. Kiss the worry off your face. Replace it with ecstasy that only he can give you.

As much as he wants to do that, what he needs to do is taint any memory you have of him so you leave him alone.

Sometimes being cruel is the only way to be kind.

His long fingers tuck under your jaw and angle your face toward his. Thumb skimming your lips, he presses and your mouth parts to let him in. Willing. Eager. Head over heels. He can work with that. 

He drinks in your face one last time, memorizing the adoration shining in your eyes like constellations. “You’re too sweet for me,” he murmurs.

Time for a performance of a lifetime.

#i’m an emotional rollercoaster #and a hardcore mess #or maybe just a mess in general #not to mention an emotional wreck #i’m blabbering aren’t i? #i’ll stop now #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader

[mytaiyakeylover]

Super adorable!🤭🥹

❟❟mikey character analysis❜❜

!! here's my take on a relationship with mikey, what I think his type is, what he wants in a relationship/what he needs imo and overall how he'd be in one. take it as you please, either a small analysis of his character or headcanons (｡-ω-)

triggers ;; js a lot of fluff with toman!mikey, gosh I love him so much he's such a cutie, fem!reader – not physically described

word count ;; 1.5k

I feel like mikey can catch strong feelings towards someone only after a certain period of time. platonic feelings and romantic feelings are two separate things, and I think he'd have a hard time distinguishing which ones which and what he feels. he'd confuse the platonic ones and romantic ones and just think you're a very good friend to him. I dont feel like he'd ever think about his romantic feelings that much, and even if he did he'd try to hide them (let's face it he's a teenage boy I'm sure he knows what falling in love feels like, he just doesn't know how to differentiate the feeling from a platonic one), only really acknowledging them if someone else pointed them out for him (for exemple things he does or say for/to his crush). that's why I think the "childhood friends to lovers" trope is the best one for him, or at least a friend he's been knowing for a very long time, so he can actually understand his feelings.

"sharing his popsicle with his friend after a long hot day at school wasn't something out of ordinary. summer was approaching rapidly and the weather was showing it, growing hotter and hotter as the day went by, making cold sweat beads on your forehead as you tried to make some air with a book you had in your school bag. you had some time in your hands after school ended and before your english private lessons started, so you choose to hang out with mikey and draken, to mikey's displeasure. he always loved draken and [name]'s company, that's why he pleaded for the blonde to accompany him when visiting the girl, but something in him screamed to make draken leave. he didn't know why. maybe the way the taller one was digging holes in his back everytime he talked with her, or the way draken made his presence known at the worst possible times ever coughing like a grandpa or starting weird conversations about the ice cream he was eating. either way he wanted him gone now. he can go to emma, or something.. right?

"ehh, mikey, you're eating all the ice cream! leave some for me too..," [name] said as she took the sweet treat they were sharing from the blonde's hands. "but you ate your part like five minutes ago.., ugh, you know what? fine. eat it all. ken-chin can go buy me another one, right?", hearing his nickname, draken sighed as he shook his head. something's happening..

as time went on with bickering, laughs and jokes emanating mainly from mikey and [name] (seriously, draken didn't even want to be there), the sun was starting to set, which meant their fun time had to come to an end and her lessons to a start.

after hugging you tight, he looked at you waving in the distance as you tried catching the next bus. he felt a strong gaze on the side of his face, and as he turned his head he met his friend already staring at him with furrowed brows.

"do you like her?", draken asked with a sigh.

"who?"

"don't play dumb with me now."

"no I don't? what's with the question all of a sudden?"

"what do you mean 'no, you don't'?", he spat, mimicking the quotation marks in the air as he walked alongside mikey to his house. "you made me go with you to her school on a friday afternoon, ignored me half of that time and even hugged her when you met and before she left."

"pshh, that doesn't mean anything, ken-chin! she's just a really good friend," mikey shook his head, still chewing at the wooden stick his popsicle came with.

"mikey, you shared your ice cream with her. I think this is more than a friendship if you ask me."

mikey didn't respond, opting to sulk over his friend's words all night and the next day. maybe he's right? nah, can't be.."

his type can vary, all I know is for sure he just wants someone who can handle him. face and body don't really matter to him, as long as they have a cute face for him that's enough. I think for him it matters more how they act, if they can help him get better from his dark impulses and overall be there for him. this is more a headcanon than analysis but I like to think he'd date to marry, or at least he'd want that if he wasn't so busy with gang stuff.

I also think he'd want someone who can relate to him, but to an extent. he will feel uncomfortable if his lover would have the exact same problems because he's not good at comforting (that doesnt mean he wouldn't try to cheer you up tho), but someone who can relate to him can make mikey feel a bit relieved and not so alone. he'd have a hard time opening up too, so having an old friend as a lover will make him feel more comfortable. his lover will automatically be his bsf too!

he's a clingy boyfriend. let's be serious, we all have seen how he is with draken, now imagine that a 100% worse. he'd demand to be everywhere with you, at your house, at his house, park, school, class, you name it, he's with you. nothing new if you skip classes just to hang out with him, and if you don't, he'd whine about it like a child. sleepovers are a must in your relationship, but they mostly happen at his house; I like to think he can't have a good night's sleep anywhere else except his own bed, and you in his arms too? best sleep he's had in YEARS!

""mikey, move! I have to go home, it's late," you whined as you tried to move the blonde's arms away from your body. you've been trying for about an hour and got no progress. it was as if he was glued to your side. it was kind of cute, if you thought about it; he looked like a koala, holding on for dear life on a tree. but you liked koalas when you weren't the tree itself..

you went to sleep late because he wanted to finish the last season of 'the simpsons', and you couldn't go to sleep first because he liked to keep his TV on high volume. goddammit, mikey..

from what you can see from the clock on his wall it was around eleven am. you didn't have a curfew per say, you just didn't want to bother the sano's anymore with your presence; the way you screamed last night to old cringey songs with your boyfriend was probably enough for his grandpa. and besides, you wanted to study for the upcoming exams, it was a sunday after all and you dont get the heart to slack off.

"come on, mikey. wake up!" you tried to shake him off once again, but he didn't even budge.

you knew he was awake already, though. the way his eyes fluttered as he moved his irises and the corners of his mouth trembled to contain the smile that was creeping up on them gave it away. "mikey!", that's the only thing you got to say before he poked your sides, making you giggle in the progress.

"you sure are very talkative in the morning now, aren't you. yapping my ear off and I didn't even get to wake up properly," the blonde yawned, making himself comfortable on your form.

"kiss me good morning so I won't be upset all day that you're leaving so early!" he demanded, making you chuckle.

"no. your breath stinks! go brush your teeth, mikey!""

even if he acts like a kid, deep down he knows it's not safe for you to take part in his gang life, he thinks it's dangerous. he'll try and teach you some moves, just so you can defend yourself when he's not around (which is like never cause he's literally glued to your side but wtvr manjiro ( ´-｀)). if you know how to fight tho, I think that's a whole new story, more or less. he'd still worry about your safety, but wouldnt mind you getting involved.

mikey would also have a hard time opening up. don't expect him to be comfortable to show any emotions to you when you first meet him or when you guys start dating. sure he'll be always happy around you, sometimes grumpy, angry, but I feel like he'll show his "weakness" much more later, when he feels more comfortable around you and when he makes sure you won't leave him after that.

I also like to think he has the same weakness as his brother to the ladies. like let's face it, getting rejected 10 times and still going for 20.. this is what I call weakness, and since shinichiro practically raised manjiro I think he rubbed off on his little brother. the thing is, since shin is mikey's one and only exemple, I don't think he'll actually act up on it and get rejected like his big bro (I feel like he's scared of rejection and seeing his brother get it every single time it made him precautions on things like these (／。＼)).

© 2024 sxtellary

#couldn’t agree more #the analysis couldn’t be more accurate imo #manjiro sano x reader

[mytaiyakeylover]

I’m not only in love with this man, but I also absolutely adore him!😩💕💕🫶

Ok ok ok how about a drabble with dabi and a gn s/o that wanted to be an artist before joining the LOV? They don't have much time for art anymore so instead they doodle in their notebook during meetings, usually they're lil drawings of the league members. Maybe one day dabi stumbles upon their secret sketchbook open to a page just filled with sketches of him. Like there's detailed drawings of him with lil doodles of the s/o holding his hand/kissing him and there's lil hearts everywhere and lil notes that say stuff like "I love him :)" next to them, real dorky shit. I know it's really cheesy but the thought makes me really really happy.

STOP I WISH I COULD DRAW 😅

This is so cute, this ask! Reminds me of the last one about the bookworm reader.

Spontaneous Muse-Dabi Oneshot

*Gender neutral reader (their behavior is up to interpretation; I just wrote this ask based on how I saw it), fluff, Dabi being a little shit

Tags: @mossy-opal @doumadono @the-milk-anon @dreamcastgirl99

Most people would look at you and say that you're a villain, who happens to also be a part of the LOV. And your Quirk, which allowed you to conjure up any animal you could think of (as long as they were terrain appropriate), was something that you accidentally discovered.

It wasn't your fault that you were thinking of hippos as a kid, while drawing, and then suddenly one just started a rampage, right? Which, later landed you in trouble, unfortunately.

The headache that came as a side effect, along with the hippo disappearing an hour later wasn't even the worst of it.

That, along with the scrutiny from school, and the public, led you to a life of crime.

It could be worse though. The League's base wasn't awful, but it wasn't the greatest thing ever. And they were all dangerous too. But between running from the law, attacking heroes, and trying to sleep or eat, you barely had any time to draw anymore.

Some nights, you'd stay up for as long as you could, sketching out the people in your life that you kind of had a bond with. Not exactly friends, not enemies, but close enough that you'd look out for them.

There were countless pages in your sketchbook with sketches or little doodles.

Toga smiling, her eyes lit with a maniacal glee. Compress adjusting his hat. Twice laughing. Shigaraki sitting with his legs crossed, one foot over the opposite knee, his signature hands where they usually sat on his body. Kurogiri wiping a glass. Magne dancing.

You'd even drawn a stick figure portrait of all of them, standing side by side.

But Dabi took up most of your sketchbook.

A candid one where he was sitting back on a couch, his left foot resting on the opposite knee, conversing casually with Shiggy and Compress. One of him shrouded by his flames, looking absolutely deadly but so, so stunning. Another where he was resting his arms on the side of a chair, the main focal point being his hands—scarred, slim, but so dangerous and capable of unimaginable horrors.

But the little comments you'd write around the drawings were one reason why you hoped anyone would see your drawings.

'Cute.'

'Such nice hands!'

'Ahh, I love him!'

You'd probably change your name and flee the country if you could.

You'd set your pencils down and headed to the kitchen to grab a snack, your sketchbook closed on your desk.

Which unfortunately left your room open to Dabi, who was going around irritating everyone. And you were next, after Twice.

Dabi called your name, swinging open your bedroom door, and seeing your empty room. 'Hmm...' he murmured.

His eyes spied the sketchbook on your desk, along with the several sets of pencils you used to sketch.

He said nothing, only crossing over and gingerly flipping open the book, seeing a sketch of the League, laughing and talking around a fire.

He remembered that one; you all had been huddling in an alley, in pursuit of a lesser known Hero. And everyone else was cold that night.

His curiosity piqued as he flipped through the pages. Twice and Compress laughing. Toga's disguise melting away to show her smiling face.

Your art style was amazing, he noted. Realism, he'd heard it was called.

Dabi couldn't help but feel a sort of admiration for something you were clearly passionate about.

His heart skipped a beat when he flipped the next page.

It was a blown out sketch of him, his flames twining around his fingers, his head slightly tilted to the left as he appeared to be staring down someone. As if they were challenging him, but he'd gladly entertain them anyway before he'd end their life.

It cut off at the chest area, but the detail you put on his collarbones, chest, face and eyes wasn't unnoticed. His eyes—he shook his head.

How were you so talented?

And yet, you managed to make him look elegant.

The next one was of him getting a kiss on the cheek from you. Another of him sitting lazily in a chair, his hands in open view—veins and all.

The tiny words next to the one where he was getting a kiss caught his eyes. 'He's so silly'

Dabi scoffed. 'Alright then, keep saying that.'

There were also little hearts scribbled around the sketches too, making him roll his eyes playfully.

'Oof I love this man!'

Warmth creeps up his face as he closes the sketchbook, leaving your room how he found it.

And just in time, because he passed by you in the hall less than a minute later. 'Oh, hey, Dabi, what's up?'

'Nothing,' He chuckled, 'I just found the funniest thing. And it's quite cute too.'

Your eyebrow raised in question. 'Okay, and what's that, Dabi?'

Should he tell you outright?

Nah, that was too easy.

'The fact that you 'love me.'' He can't contain the laughter that erupts when your eyes widen. 'You—'

'And my hands—'

'Dabi!'

The sound of footsteps running is all that can be heard throughout the base as you shout, 'Dabi, you little shit—!'

#if blue flames were a religion #he’d be my god🥹 #i sounded so frickin’ sappy rn🤣 #like a true worshipper omg🤦‍♀️😳 #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader

[mytaiyakeylover]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers <3

1. Reading

2. Writing

3. Eating food

4. Listening to music

5. Watching anime

#i didn’t expect this😅 #but i’ll gladly follow through your requests🤣 #[💌] mykitty inbox #[​⏳] mykitty rambles #[🙊] mykitty talks

[mytaiyakeylover]

“JUMBO TEETH”?!?😭

smile 🎀

prncess’s note: #myfavcouplestrendeverrrr

“hi guys, so i’m here with my lovely boyfriend and i want him to explain all about how we met,” you turned to your boyfriend, seeing him straighten up from his seat and clear his throat, “ready?” “yeah, so it was a couple years back- well 2- and i noticed her along with some girls…” as soon as he began speaking, you formed a really weird (and ugly) smile and stared at him as he spoke, “..and thought she was ‘really beautiful,’ so i-,” he cut himself off, giving you a weird glance out the corner of his eye, not paying you no mind at first and continues, “i went over to her as soon as her friends wandered away and was like…” you leaned closer to him with the same uncanny smile, “ ‘i think you’re really pretty and- okay why do you look like that?” “like what?” you dropped your smile immediately, suppressing your giggles as he furrowed his brows with an odd look on his face, “you looking all weird and shit.”

 “im just smiling, like…?” “yeah but it’s…anyways, so we talking it up a bit and get to know eachother…” you repeated the same smile again and showed more of your teeth, squinting your eyes a bit and he’s looking over at you slowly, “...and she tells me she going to the same college as i go to and it was like all things was working in my favor- alright you’re really starting to irritate me.” biting your lip, you replaced your smile with a soft grin like clockwork, “what i do?”

“you keep looking at me weird! and i can’t focus when you make your mouth looks like that,” you giggled as he turns back to the camera and continues again, “so we ended up trading socials and numbers, planning to meet up more and- oh my god,” “what noww? you gotta finish the story baby,”

“not when you look like you wanna bite me, it’s offputting.” sighing playfully, you noticed your minute was almost to an end, “look we gotta finish-”

“but i can’t concentrate, your face looks weird,.” pouting your lips hoping he’d finish up, and luckily because he has alot of patience with you, he does so he sighed deeply and continues, “and so, since the campus coffee shop was close to the dorms, i decided to walk her back and talk with her more- okay jumbo teeth you gotta stop with the smile-”

“JUMBO TEETH?!”

#i’ve never felt so offended in my entire life😩 #should i laugh or should i cry? #pls help! #eren yeager x reader

[mytaiyakeylover]

I was getting so happy for finally reading something lighthearted, but the ending just had to say that😕

dancing in the rain? - eren jaeger [canon divergence]

"you said it wasn't gonna rain!"

eren throws you a side glance, rolling his eyes in the process. "and you chose to listen."

after sticking your tongue out at him, you both turn your attention to the problem at hand. standing under the short storefront awning, you and eren hold numerous packages of bread in your arms, watching the rain pelt the cobblestones before you.

"well," he says, peering down the street. "let's go."

you furrow your eyebrows as you watch him dart through the rain and under the awning of the store across the street. having been in marley for 2 years, you've gotten used to the modern life it provided. yet you couldn't help but imagine if this were on paradis, you wouldn't feel the overpowering sense of dread in your chest.

"are you crazy?" you laugh, teeth beginning to chatter.

eren waves you over. "some say so!"

you meet his stare across the way, giggling to yourself at his brown hair stuck to his forehead.

"quit laughing at me," eren scolds before smiling widely. "you'll look worse than me in a second."

"impossible!" looking up at the dark clouds above, you raise your shoulders to your ears when you step out into the downpour, footsteps quick as you run towards him.

you knock into eren when you make it under the covering, making him look down at you. have his eyes always been this green?

"ready?" he challenges, one foot already in the rain. then, he takes off, and you're not far behind.

your laughter and squeals echo down the empty road, and eren can't help but look back at you in admiration. you smile at a family ducking for cover across from you, their bewildered expressions urging you to run faster to catch up with eren.

turning the corner into the street of eateries, eren notices the familiar tune of a song his mother used to hum when he was a child, flowing out of a nearby restaurant. eren glances over his shoulder at you trailing behind him, and then at the empty seating area outside the restaurant.

you barely notice him slowing down in front of you, staring at the ground to ensure you don't slip.

now, the suggestion may get him a punch in the arm, but it’s worth a shot. so, eren calls your name before you run into him, and you quickly slow, forehead creased as to why he's standing in the pouring rain and not running.

"let’s dance," and you look at him like he’s insane, moving to punch him in the arm. but, all he does is laugh, taking the packages out of your arms, and dropping the recently purchased loaves on one of the tables under the large awning. he moves toward you, grabbing your hands and pulling you back into the rain.

"eren!" you scold, jaw slack at the discarded bread. "the others will be at your throat for hindering dinner."

"i know!" he laughs, moving his hands to your waist, urging you to wrap your arms around his neck. you shake your head, your suppressed smile finally breaking across your face.

"come on! dance with me."

and so, in the middle of the sidewalk, at 5:59pm on a sunday night, in the rain, the two of you slow dance for no reason other than to soothe the burning love you have for each other.

it is one of the last times you see him.

#why’d you do me like that author-san?😩 #eren yeager x reader

[mytaiyakeylover]

Why do i keep hurting myself like this today?😢❤️‍🩹

SAFE | EREN JAEGER

pairing: eren jaeger × reader

cw: fluff and (mostly) angst, fear of loss/death, spoilers for the ending of the manga & anime ofc.

word count: 1.1k

masterlist: all characters

a/n: i was on the zaza (sleep deprived) while writing this, so the brief representation here of the paths is probably not the most accurate, especially given how the cabin scene in the anime & manga left some people confused. either way, hope you enjoy!

The birds chirped gleefully, flying over the roof of your cabin, their sound carrying the message that it was already morning– yet another day beginning and taking away your counted time with your lover, who lay serenely asleep beside you. You observed how the warm sunshine illuminated his face, casting a golden halo around his body that made him look angelic– it distracted you from the plans he would act out in the near future that were, in fact, the opposite of angelic. But pretending didn't hurt, and as long as you were here, you were safe.

You didn't understand the entire complexity and operation of the paths, but they were a very welcome escape for you. After all, if you were to live in reality on earth, Eren would be away from you, tormented and left alone to his own devices– instead, he built you both a home in the paths, which allowed you to run away from everything and just breathe, even if only momentarily.

As the sunlight passed between the curtains and hit his face directly, Eren slowly blinked his eyes open, looking at you.

“You should've slept some more. You seemed peaceful,” you asked, keeping a quiet tone.

“I was,” he replied, his gaze still melting into yours. “And if I got live like this by your side until my death, I'd live in peace.”

“Then don't go.”

“I don't want to go.”

“So stay.”

“You know I can't do that," he muttered. “I have to finish my plan.”

Your expression saddened as you listened to his words. You too knew he would have to leave you for his war, and you also knew you would be alone– all your comrades would go on with their lives, and you would be thinking back to the days when you lived in fear, but in love. It was a cruel reality, the one you lived in, and it was the price you paid for loving a man whose rage and determination made him a slave to freedom. You were, logically, more than aware of the fact that no matter how much Eren Jaeger loved you, he would never put a stop to his plan.

But you could always dream. Dream about a life where the titans never invaded your childhood home, or one where they didn't exist in the first place. In your dreamscape, you could both run off and get married, and Eren would build you a home even better than the one you had at the moment. You would live far away from the bustle in your hometown, somewhere in the countryside, where your days would be serene and quiet. Outside, you would gather the dry laundry with a big basket, watching your husband walk back home with a load of freshly chopped wood in his arms. Perhaps, inside your little cottage, you could find room for children of your own– a boy and a girl, much like Eren and Mikasa– they would each have different features from their parents, both in appearance and character. What would they be like? Would they be stubborn like their father, or curious like you? The possibilities were endless, and you cherished the thought of all of them. You could be a good mother, and you wanted nothing more than to be his wife someday. Maybe in another lifetime. In this one, all you could do was daydream as you mindlessly stared at the man lying next to you in bed.

You focused your eyes on Eren's hair, strands messy from the friction against your pillowcases. He looked serious today, and you moved your dominant hand up to softly card your fingers through his hair, continuing your observation of his features.

“I wish I could stop you from doing it,” you spoke up again.

“I know.” His gaze dropped down to your collarbones.

“It's unfair, you know. I should hate you for leaving me before we even got to live...” you stopped for a second, feeling a knot form in your throat. “But even if all of our friends are going to marry and build their own families while I visit your grave, I still can't hate you.”

“I'm sorry.”

“I know,” you mutter. “I just wish things had worked out differently for us.”

“I do too. You know, when we were younger, I used to think that I would kill every titan, and then we would run away together afterwards.”

Eren's eyes met your own again, and you could sense an odd feeling of nostalgia linger in the air.

“We were so naïve back then.” You smiled, remembering your past days.

“At least now I can save all of you guys.”

You stayed in silence for a moment.

“But no one can save you.” Your hand slid down from his scalp to caress his cheek.

“You've already saved me,” he contested, placing his hand on top of yours, over his face.

“Not from death.” You felt tears well up in your eyes, threatening to fall.

“You can't stop me from dying.” He squeezed your hand slightly. “But you have stopped me from feeling like a dead man many times before.”

You reached your limit of stoicism, and what was a threat became a reality– Your eyes turned glossy and red as tears spilled out of them and fell on Eren's thumb, which brushed under your eyes and gathered your waterworks tenderly.

“What am I going to do without you?”

“Live your life freely.”

“I don't want freedom, I want you,” you choked out between sobs.

“You'll have me for as long as we're here.”

You curled up against him, letting him run his hands through your hair while your tears dried up. Despite it all, you were still with Eren, and he wasn't going to leave you just yet– so you enjoyed his presence while it lasted, listening to his heartbeat and engraving its sound and rhythm into your brain, in hopes that you would never forget it.

The two of you basked in the morning sunlight, and lay in bed curled up together until seconds turned into minutes, and you ended up losing track of time. Not very long after your tears dried, however, you tugged at Eren's shirt, gently guiding his face until his lips collided with yours, crashing like waves in a low tide– slow but impactful. Backing out to breathe, you let your fingertips ghost over his cheekbones, drinking in the sight before you like a relic, praying that all the memories you stored would stay with you for eternity.

Eren was right. You couldn't save him, and he could not stay with you forever. But as long as you were here, in your little cabin, he would be yours, and the two of you could be happy– away from the real world and the harsh truths that awaited you. It didn't hurt to play pretend. For now, you were safe.

#why am i doing this? #not to mention enjoying this? #it’s official I’m low-key masochist #eren yeager x reader

[mytaiyakeylover]

Now you’re just making me cry on purpose😭💔❤️‍🩹

”To the boy who sought freedom…goodbye.”

”Sometimes, I look into your eyes….and all I see is a little boy who mourns his mothers death. Your tears, stained red with blood…blood from wounds that should have healed years ago. How does it feel to soar the skies among the clouds? Is it everything you’d hoped it to be? To the boy who sought freedom…goodbye.”

{Happy birthday, Eren. I hope you found freedom in the sky. 3/30/2024}

#i hate life #he deserves so much better #eren yeager

[mytaiyakeylover]

You made me cry! 😭

eren yeager welcomed death as if it were an old friend, not knowing that his true freedom awaited him. contains— childhood friends. angst. death. afterlife thing. bittersweet ending. no betas. 642words. i initially wrote this sad piece for myself but i decided to share it. enjoy.

“Eren.”

The voice reached his ears, its sweetness wrapping around him; making him feel warm as if all the world’s agony had lifted from his shoulders, as though the guilt of killing millions was long forgotten, and he was pure again—the innocent child he used to be when she was by his side, with no blood staining his hands.

“What are you thinking about?” Armin asked, noticing the look on his face.

Eren took a deep, shaky breath, looking at the endless pool of red surrounding them from every direction. “Do you think she will be waiting for me?” he murmured, the words struggling to escape his lips. “Do you think she is somewhere there?”

Armin’s eyes widened in surprise. He had thought the old Eren was gone, replaced by a heartless version. But here he was, his friend, still carrying her memory in his heart. “After all this time?”

“Always,” Eren replied, placing his hand over his heart—feeling the ache with every breath he took without her presence.

Years had passed since he lost her. Ten long years without glimpsing the eyes he adored, without hearing the sound of her laughter, without feeling the warmth of her lap where he used to rest his head under the shades of a tree—their tree.

They were young—still not understanding the meaning of love—but it was their little thing, long before Armin and Mikasa came into his life. She would wait in front of his house, bringing warm bread her mother made, and they would run to the hill and sit under their tree. There, they would laugh and play all day after gathering wood. She would twirl and dance around him—giggling and laughing—wearing her favourite dress. Oh, how much he adored that blue dress and regretted not saying that to her.

He hated himself for forgetting the trace of her face. He tried to hold onto her image, but time had blurred his memory. Each time he tried to recall a glimpse of her, it slipped further away. Yet, there was one thing he could never forget—her eyes.

“Do you think one day we will be free?” she would ask him every day. And with a nod, he would reply each time. He did it for her, or so he wanted to convince himself. She desired freedom, and freedom was what he achieved—but not for himself.

The world around him blurred as the voices of those he had killed grew louder. He saw them all, every person he had slain. Then, suddenly, he heard her soft voice singing his name as if calming him—until everything went silent.

He didn't know how much time had passed; minutes or years, it didn’t matter. Opening his eyes, he looked around—blue sky, plains of green, and fresh air, surrounding him—no walls, screams or blood. Glancing at his hands, he noticed how small they were, as if he had returned to his childhood body once again. He let out loud laughs, not quite understanding what was happening—was it relief? Would he ever find that after what he had done?

“Eren.”

Came the sweet voice he had longed to hear. He turned, and there she was—sitting under their tree, in his favourite dress—waiting for him, after all this time, yet she didn't age a day. He couldn’t believe it. He thought it was another sick dream, his mind playing on him, yet one glimpse at her eyes was enough. They were warm—too warm to be just a dream. Oh, how much he missed those eyes.

“Come,” she said, patting her lap with a gentle smile on her young face. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

One single tear escaped his eye as the boy who sought freedom ran toward his love—his true freedom.

#why do i feel so sad! 😢 #the ending wasn’t happy but it’s not like he was unhappy 😭😭 #i don’t know what I’m supposed to feel #eren yeager x reader

[mytaiyakeylover]

I bet his voice is like super soothing💕💕🥹

Was rewatching season three sub where Mikey sings a little and it made me think of him humming you to sleep or humming while he thinks your sleeping

You think you’re dreaming when you hear a familiar voice humming, but you soon realize that you’re not dreaming. As you lay on Mikey’s chest, you can feel his chest somewhat vibrating from him humming. His cool fingertips drawing circles on your back, it’s kind of a habit of his to do that when you’re laying up against him and it has become very comforting to you.

You smile softly as you continue to listen to your boyfriend’s humming, but soon after he stops, “sorry.. did I wake you?” He asks in a quiet tone. You shake your head and look up at him, “no, you didn’t. Why’d you stop?” You asked, “it sounded lovely, is that a specific song? You seem to hum to it a lot.”

Mikey simply humps up his shoulders. “Dunno. Shinichiro hummed this to Emma and I.” He said, “especially Emma. She was having a hard time adjusting, so Shinichiro would hum this specific melody to her so she could fall asleep.” He closed his eyes and sighed softly, “never got to ask him about the origins of the song.” Mikey said.

“Manjiro..” you called.

“Hm?”

“Open your eyes, please.”

Mikey opened his eyes to see you smiling at him. You lifted yourself up a bit and placed your lips against his own, “hum it to me again and don’t stop until I’ve fully fallen asleep, okay?”

“Kay..” Mikey says upon you laying back down on his chest. He kissed the top of your head and began humming the sweet melody he heard so many years ago from his loved one. You happily listened to him until you drifted off to sleep, softly snoring against his chest. He hopes that this somewhat of a lullaby will be passed down to you and his children and then, to their children as well.

#it’s probably deep and smoky #the type of voice you could listen for hours and never get tired of #manjiro sano x reader

[mytaiyakeylover]

I wanted to slap him while reading this, ngl🤭😂

I need to see 11 with eren bc he's so in love with you and can't be without you <3

11. “You’re my emotional support human, and I love you so, so much.”

send in a character + number!

Today 9:37 PM

eren 🤍

babe babeeee the light of my life who brings sun to my darkest days

pookie answer me PLEASEEEEEE

You

what

eren 🤍

I love you soooo much, you wanna know why?

…

You wish you had never replied. 

Because now you were hauling ass back to campus to bring your overgrown mutt of a boyfriend a bag of food (which contained more than what should be considered appropriate for a single human being to consume in one sitting), courtesy of McDonald’s. At night, you might like to add— in the middle of one of the coldest times of the year. 

“Ah, babe! Over here!” 

You thank your lucky stars that Eren’s chosen to study on the active floor of your university library, meaning there was a considerable amount of chatter from fellow students around him. Regardless, his loud outburst is enough to garner some half hearted glares from overworked undergraduates just trying to make it through midterm season. 

You make your way to him, not failing to notice just how much brighter Eren seems to get with each passing step. You barely make it in front of him before you’re being wrestled into a bear hug and being swung side to side. 

“You need to slow down on the caffeine, mister.”

“Trust me, I tried telling him already.” Jean lifts his head from the table, his hood pulled up. He looks exhausted. His eyes land on the (overstuffed) bag in your hand before they light up with interest. “What’s in there?”

“Nuh-uh, get your own food, Jean-bo,” Eren tuts. 

“I’ve been helping you with your essay for the past three hours, so I think I deserve some of that,” he quips, taking a slow sip from his lukewarm coffee. It probably wasn’t his first cup of the day either.  “Your writing sucks ass, by the way. How do you not know the difference between The Aeneid and The Odyssey?”

“They’re both written by some dudes from way back when. Sue me.”

“Point still stands, you’re stupid. Now give me some of your chicken nuggets.”

“No! You’re just jealous because you don’t have a hot girlfriend to bring you food.” Eren shifts his focus back to you, as if he suddenly remembers that he himself has a hot girlfriend that brings him food.

“Babyyyy,” he whines, wrapping his arms impossibly tighter around you. “I’ve been working so hard, I wanna go home.”

“You can go home once you’re done with your essay,” you counter, running your fingers through chocolate locks. “Take what you want Jean, I ordered extra anyways.” 

“What the fuck, babe? You’re supposed to be on my side!” 

“I am on your side, because Jean’s going to help you pass this class. Be nice to him.”

Whatever argument he racks his brain to come up with is cast aside, sighing in defeat before he looks up at you with a slight smile.

“Always lookin’ out for me,” he coos, “What would I do without you? You’re like my emotional support human.”

“Probably starve.” 

“So mean,” he huffs. “But thank you for coming here. I love you so, so much.” 

#poor jean-bo 🥺👉👈 #that comment had me rolling 🤣 #eren yeager x reader #attack on titan x reader

[mytaiyakeylover]

Drunk Eren is soooooo cuteeeee!!💕🥹🥹

“𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐘𝐘 . . .”

Eren blinked slowly as he spoke, grinning like an idiot as his glassy eyes darted across his cracked phone screen. “I love you, baby . . . love you-love you so much, baby.”

“Eren,” you frowned, pulling your blanket across your shoulders as you watched him struggle to keep his phone steady. “Are you drunk?”

Relaxing on the couch with several blankets and a bucket of buttery popcorn, you were getting ready to watch a few episodes of your favorite Netflix show when suddenly, your phone rang from an incoming video chat from Eren.

Your boyfriend was at a party — one you didn’t feel well enough to attend — and while he offered to stay at home with you, you told him to go to the gathering and enjoy his Saturday night.

So, seeing his name appear across your phone screen was jarring, and you answered with the assumption that, perhaps, there was an emergency.

But there wasn’t. He was simply drunk, and stupidly in love.

“Baby? Baby, baby?” Eren held his camera so close to his face, you couldn’t see anything except for his eyes. “Miss you so much, okay? Okay, baby?”

“You’ve had too much to drink,” you said with an annoyed tone, but a soft grin appeared across your face. You couldn’t help it.

“Hey, hey, Armin, Armin, Armin, come look,” holding the camera at yet another weird angle for a moment — you could only see his hair, neck, shoulder, and the flashing blue lights in the background — Eren suddenly pulled his best friend beside him.

Armin appeared on your screen with a shy smile and a red solo cup in his hand. Based on the soft shade of red that graced his cheeks, you could tell that at the very least, the blonde-haired guy was tipsy.

“Look, Armin,” Eren slurred, bringing himself and his friend into the frame. “Y/N’s on the-on my screen. Technology’s so fucking cool, man. There goes my baby. That’s my baby right there. That’s my baby.”

“Hi, Y/N,” Armin waved. “Where are you? We miss you.”

“I’m at home. I wasn’t feeling too good, so I couldn’t make it.”

“What’d she say?” Armin blinked slowly, looking over at Eren. It was hard enough to hear you over the loud music, and the alcohol running through his veins certainly didn’t help either.

“Yeah,” Eren responded.

He was clearly out of it.

You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Eren,” you paused. Your boyfriend brought the phone closer to his face when he heard you call his name. “Enjoy the party, okay? I’ll see you when you get home.”

“Noooo,” Eren frowned. “I wanna come home, come get me. I miss . . . I wanna come home, baby.”

“You’re so whiny,” rolling your eyes, you started to get off of the couch.

“Do something . . . ‘bout it when we get home,” with a smirk, Eren said, “come get me, I miss you.”

“I’m on the way,” you smiled down at your phone screen.

But, when you hung up — simply so you could throw on some clothes and focus on driving — your clingy, drunk boyfriend called you right back.

“Eren, I’m trying to get there. You gotta let me hang up, okay?”

“Why don’t you love me?”

“I do love you, but I gotta hang up so I can concentrate.”

“Okay, bye baby.”

The FaceTime call ended once again. But only for 38 seconds.

Eren called you again, and you answered while starting up your car.

“What is it, Eren?” tossing the phone down in the passenger seat, you started to drive. He absolutely wouldn’t let you off of FaceTime anytime soon.

“Nothin’,” Eren smiled cheekily. “Let’s watch a movie when we get home, baby. Are you on the way? I miss you.”

“I’m on the way, I promise.”

“Do you still love me?”

“Yes, Eren, I still love you.”

“Okay,” Eren slurred. “I love you too. Bye, baby.”

Once again, he hung up.

And, once again, he called you back half a minute later.

#cuteness overload #so much cuteness!! #eren yeager x reader #attack on titan x reader

[mytaiyakeylover]

Dream dad🥹💕🤭

✦ content: girl dad!eren jaeger x fem!reader, domestic fluff

“What are you doing?” 

The words left you on a disbelieving laugh. You leaned against the doorway to your family room, eyes cast down to where your husband and three-month-old daughter lay. 

Up until more recent milestones, Eren was the one invested in the baby’s toys and trinkets, not her. They wouldn’t have gotten much use if not for his insistence on testing everything out, or so he said. You’d call it his boyish sense of curiosity, something he never quite outgrew. 

So, really, it should have come as no surprise when you found him adjoined your daughter on the floor, with her sprawled and sharing a corner of her play mat for her father to rest his head. Above them, a colorful arch decorated with various sensory toys—tiny rattles and shakers, crinkly plushes.

“Trying to figure out what’s so interesting about this thing,” Eren said, flicking one of the spinners. 

Your daughter’s little eyes widened until you could make out the green of them, even from where you stood. Eren turned to her with delight, waiting for her reaction when he spun the ring a second time. A smile squished her cheeks and a giggle slipped past—the tiniest sound you could imagine but somehow more than enough to make your heart want to burst from your chest. 

“See?” He lifted his head to get a better look at her and softly poked the tip of her nose. “What’s so funny?”

She smiled again, bigger this time, putting a cute scrunch in her nose. 

“The box said it’s for zero to twelve months. I think you might be a smidge too old to get it,” you teased. 

She was at that age now, rounding the corner where merely observing the world around her blossomed into reacting to it as well. You’d only known her smile for weeks, such a small fraction of your life, and already you were enamored with it, more than anything else. She was still discovering her own—sometimes crooked, sometimes not—while you strived to discover their causes. Which, more often than not, was Eren. Annoyingly so at times, but only because he absolutely ate it up. 

His eyes were still fixed on your daughter, as were yours. She stuck a plump hand out to paw toward Eren’s face or hair, you couldn’t tell, but fell short—she was still tackling coordination. He hooked her hand with his finger and kissed her tiny knuckles.

You were reminded of the impermanence of the moment. It was a warm feeling, honey-colored like the ephemeral ray of afternoon sun told you sunset was near—that night was inevitable the same way tomorrow was inevitable, then the day after that. Soon enough, she would be able to grab his hair or pinch your face without falling short. It would hurt, but you would laugh anyway, and you would think back to this day.

So you joined them. You walked over and dropped to the floor. You inched your way beneath the arch, right beside your daughter, and flipped a gear until it spun, just to see what all the fuss was about.

#so so so cute!!! #I’m in love #eren yeager x reader #attack on titan x reader

[mytaiyakeylover]

The “shove your face in my tits” had me giggling~🤭

moving jitters.

“babe, please.”

the quiet of your bedroom (save for the ceiling fan rattling above you) is broken by the sound of sheets rustling and your boyfriend groaning as he rolls over.

“sorry,” you whisper, quickly swiping down on your phone and turning the brightness to its minimum. “didn’t mean to wake you up.”

eren slings an arm over you. “what time is it? wait— i don’t wanna know.” he mumbles, voice thick and ragged with sleep. “why the hell are you still awake?”

your voice is meek as you pout. “looking at rugs. do you think we can get that one i showed you delivered on time while everything else is being moved in?”

“probably. but baby—“

“and should we go with the taupe and shoal colors or the olive and stone? i know our furniture is black, but the walls are white - well, more of a cream color - so maybe getting a lighter color will help balance things out—“

eren’s hand fumbles over your chest and covers your mouth with a quiet smack. “can this not wait til tomorrow..? you’re killing me. please just go to sleep.”

“i can’t,” you whine against his palm. your warm, spearmint-scented breath bounces back to your skin. “we’re gonna be moving in two days from tomorrow.”

“i know. i already paid for the u-haul.”

“yeah, but…”

the hand over your mouth squeezes your cheeks. you see eren’s silhouette rise as he clumsily props himself up on his elbows to lean over you. his hair is still damp from his shower earlier and grazes your cheeks as it flops over his eyes.

“but nothing,” he says. “we’re not gonna die if we don’t have a rug in our bedroom on day one. i promise. so play your asmr or whatever the hell you listen to, put your phone down, shove your face in my tits, and go to bed.”

an indignant huff escapes your lips before you do as he says, letting him gather you in his arms and press a drowsy kiss to your hairline as his breathing slows again.

“…eren?”

“what.”

“should we get different curtains—“

“bed.”

i’m moving and i can’t sleep and i’m seeing home improvement webpages in my dreams. also i miss eren

#this was so cute #eren yeager x reader #attack on titan x reader